Thank you. If you write me again,
Perhaps I’ll read something better.
Surely you’ll be better one day.

[end excerpt]

Fix on the hermit’s lantern, and do not think
About the three swords. Do not think about the three swords and
The heart they pierce. I do not see a future
But you will fear everything.
I see myself, written then abandoned.

Fuck, she said, okay, it looks like you’re useless.
(I know they did something in the garden.)
The star is the important part in this one,
And your nakedness.
You will know these shapes from my words, and fear them.